Nodding, Ashley looked over at the salon. "Well, it's a living, isn't it?" he said, turning his palms up. "Ah, thanks, but I'm okay," he then assured as she offered help. "My own phone's go, and I've got no one to call right now, except maybe for a taxi to get me home. I guess I could catch a bus," he mused, "but I'd rather go straight nome and not have to stop at every other block."
He stood up and took the few steps to the trunk of the car, giving the yellow boot a light kick. It responded with a dull clunk. "At least now I know what I have planned for tomorrow. Do you know this will be the second trip to the pound for this car?" he informed, eyebrows raising. "I'm bad at parking, I guess."